191: Chapter 191: The Vampire Beauty Countess, Highly Collectible

"You've been watching for so long."

"Don't you plan on coming out to collect your subordinate's corpse?"

Chen Yuan's voice echoed across the empty manor lawn, piercing through the heavy night air.

The night wind blew, swirling a few fallen leaves on the ground, carrying a thick scent of blood deep into the darkness.

After a brief, dead silence.

"Click, click, click."

A crisp and rhythmic sound of high heels slowly approached from the shadows surrounding the manor.

The sound was not hurried.

Instead, it carried a sense of composure and elegance, as if someone were strolling through their own back garden.

Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, watching the silhouette gradually emerge from the darkness.

A black, vintage lace parasol was the first thing to catch his eye.

The canopy was slightly tilted, blocking the cold moonlight spilling from the sky.

As the parasol-bearer stepped into the halo of the manor's streetlights, Chen Yuan finally saw the uninvited guest's true face.

It was a woman who was beautiful to the point of being eerie.

She wore a dark red, Victorian-style vintage corset dress.

The hem was embroidered with intricate black rose totems, making her bloodlessly pale skin look like the finest mutton-fat jade.

Her face was exquisite to the extreme.

A high-bridged nose, deep eye sockets, and especially those lips painted with dark black lipstick, exuded an icy coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.

"Collect the corpse?"

The woman stopped her pace, her red lips parting slightly.

Her voice was ethereal and bizarre, carrying a strange sense of intracranial resonance.

"For the noble Blood Race, the only destination for trash is to turn to dust."

She glanced at the vampire assassin, whose bones were completely shattered, being held in Chen Yuan's hand like a dead dog.

There was not a trace of pity in her eyes.

In fact, they carried an undisguised disgust.

"What a pathetic, low-quality Bloodline. Even after a hundred years of refinement, they still can't deal with a single Mortal mutated by chemical agents."

Chen Yuan was amused.

He casually tossed the assassin, who was still wheezing and gasping, to the Tyrant behind him.

"These days, even rats who can't stand the light are starting to talk about Bloodline theories?"

Chen Yuan sized up the woman before him with great interest.

"Let me guess."

"Which medieval castle did you dig those funeral clothes out of?"

"Presumptuous!"

The woman did not fly into a rage like an ordinary villain.

She simply tilted her chin up slightly, her eyes filled with a condescending pity.

"Remember my name, Mortal."

"I am the Dominator of the European night, an assassination commander of one of the thirteen clans of the Blood Race."

"Countess Isabella."

She slowly folded the black lace parasol and tossed it casually onto the lawn.

"That you could defeat my subordinate with physical strength was indeed a surprise. That potion capable of reversing aging truly possesses a magical power."

Isabella took a step forward.

"But you will never understand what true power is."

As her words fell.

A bizarre mental wave erupted instantly with her as the center.

This wave was formless and intangible.

Yet the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop below freezing in an instant.

Isabella's originally deep eyes now turned into two crimson vortexes.

As the red light swirled.

It was as if there were some demonic abyss capable of forcibly pulling out a Soul.

"Look into my eyes."

Isabella's voice became soft and seductive.

Like a lover's whisper in the ear, or a Siren's low song on a fatal reef.

That voice bypassed the auditory System entirely, exploding deep within Chen Yuan's mind.

"Your muscles are relaxing. Your blood is ceasing to boil."

"Kneel."

"Offer your loyalty, offer your formula."

"Become my most faithful servant."

The Blood Race's proudest innate ability—Mental Charm.

During the long European Middle Ages, this ability had bloodlessly controlled countless kings and bishops, turning powerful knights into marionettes.

Isabella looked at Chen Yuan, who stood motionless, a confident sneer curling at the corner of her mouth.

So what if his body was strong?

Carbon-based lifeforms with weak mental defenses were nothing more than toys she could manipulate at will.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Chen Yuan still stood there quietly.

He didn't drop to his knees as Isabella expected.

Nor did he show the dullness and fanaticism of being completely brainwashed.

He just tilted his head slightly.

Those deep, pitch-black eyes were staring at Isabella's crimson eyes with absolute clarity.

Then.

He abruptly blinked.

"The quality of your colored contacts isn't great; do they lose their color?"

Chen Yuan's voice broke the eerie silence.

His tone didn't have the slightest trace of being charmed; instead, it carried a sense of disdain, as if he were watching a monkey show.

The sneer on Isabella's face instantly froze.

"This is impossible!"

She recoiled a step in horror, a flash of panic appearing in her crimson eyes.

How could it be ineffective?

This was the mental control of a high-tier vampire! Even top agents who had undergone the most rigorous interrogation training would succumb in an instant!

"Impossible?"

Chen Yuan scoffed and nonchalantly picked his ear.

"Countess, do you have some misunderstanding about the words 'Brain Domain Development'?"

After being reshaped by the perfect version of the T-Virus.

Chen Yuan's neural synapse count and information processing speed had reached a terrifying dimension that ordinary people could not comprehend.

His mental defense barrier was ten thousand times thicker than The Pentagon's nuclear bunkers.

Isabella's low-level mental attack, mutated from genetic defects, didn't even make a splash in his mind.

Not only was it useless, it was even a bit like a lullaby.

Chen Yuan's gaze changed completely.

The original indifference and Killing Intent gradually faded.

Replacing it.

Was a kind of... perverse fanaticism, the way one looks at a rare treasure, or perhaps a top-tier lab rat.

His gaze swept unscrupulously over Isabella's exquisite face and provocative curves.

"Extremely low body temperature, rapid cellular regeneration, mental interference wavelength mutation."

Chen Yuan commented while clicking his tongue in wonder.

"You are simply the perfect living specimen Dr. Zola has been dreaming of."

"Soaking you in formalin, or slicing you up to extract those genetic telomeres that maintain eternal youth..."

Chen Yuan rubbed his fingers together, the 'desire to collect' in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Too much research value."

"I've decided, I won't kill you."

"I'm going to turn you into the most precious exclusive collectible in my laboratory."

Extreme humiliation and fear surged into her heart simultaneously.

Isabella's dignity as a noble of the Blood Race was completely shattered.

"You're looking for death!"

She let out a sharp, ear-piercing shriek!

Her originally beautiful face instantly distorted, and two three-inch-long pale fangs lunged out from the corners of her lips!

She completely tore off her elegant disguise.

Ten fingers sprouted bone claws as sharp as knives.

Carrying a violent Killing Intent, she turned into a streak of blood-colored lightning, lunging recklessly at Chen Yuan's throat!

Facing this lethal pounce.

Chen Yuan did not retreat a single step, nor did he have Alice behind him draw her gun.

He stood firmly in place, a cruel laugh filled with industrial metallic vibes curling on his lips.

The hem of his trench coat was whipped up by the fierce wind.

He unhurriedly reached his hand into his pocket.

Then, he pulled out a heavy, dark, industrial-grade pair of pliers, as long as an adult's forearm.